EXTRACT 1:
Have you ever harboured a secret sexual desire? Of course you have, but have you ever
taken advantage when the opportunity arose to fulfil that desire?
Let me tell you my desire. It is to totally take control of a woman, to make her do
everything I have ever dreamed of and to keep her in tow until she has fulfilled every
sexual fantasy I have. This isn’t role play stuff, this is for real and the woman has to
be the willing victim of my desire as I don’t want any repercussions after it has all
happened. Welcome to my world – I’m Dave Goldsworth. What you are about to read is a story
of the fulfilment of my desire. Is it fact, or fantasy? I will leave you to decide.
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The victim of this story became part of my depraved attention quite by accident – they
often do from my experience. Her name is Michelle. She has a rather plain kid of three
years of age and she is a single Mum of the best kind – no attached males whatsoever.
Michelle is fairly independent but she has a weakness that I came to discover and was only
too willing to exploit for my own sadistic pleasure.
My wife had our second kid a few years back and ever since then Michelle has yearned
for a second kid. Her problem is she didn’t want a man in tow. Now, you’d think there’d be
dozens of guys rush to the front of the queue to give the woman what was needed, but
strangely, none did. The few she knows were repulsed at her idea. Of course most of them
were married and under the thumb of their partner and would have been unable to easily
“play away”. I’m different. I often take myself off for a day at a time to write in peace.
Now don’t get me wrong. I really am close to my wife – I am – and I miss our kids terribly
when I don’t see them for more than a day, but because I am out and about a fair bit, I
have opportunity.
Now, this all began one day when Michelle was over with her kid playing with ours. I
was up in the office typing out a scene for a play I was writing when I decided to go
downstairs to get a drink. As I passed the living room door which was partly closed, and I
was padding on the deep pile hallway carpet so was unlikely to have been heard, I picked
up the voices. Michelle, bless her, was moaning about how desperate she was for another
baby, yet she couldn’t for the life of her see what she could do about it. My wife
muttered something to console her and after Michelle had gone home she told me the whole
story.
Now Michelle is in her late twenties. She is, dare I say it, a stunning woman, with
long fair, but not blonde, hair that goes down to her mid-back. She has big, steel-blue
coloured eyes, a C size bra, is slender and she has the muscles of an athlete – like there
is not an inch of fat on the woman. Add to that the fact she has petite ass cheeks that
look like they could crack a nut, or my nuts at any rate!
Over the next few days the idea came to me. I have a good sexual relationship with
my wife but it is not, how shall we call it, adventurous. My wife is an ex-convent girl
who grew up knowing what sex is for – hence the kids. The merest suggest of playing games
involving spanking and bondage, let alone colonic irrigation or a damn good pubic waxing,
would probably make the poor dear die of fright.
I have secretly longed for more variation in our routine for several years and
suddenly Michelle was presenting herself to me on a plate. Alice, my wife, has known
Michelle for years and for me, anyone that goes out with a Hell’s Angel style biker must
have something about them – even if they don’t flaunt it in public. Okay there were a few
things to resolve such as getting her to agree, but nothing I didn’t think I could
handle.
Next time she came round with her kid it was sunny and they were outside in the
garden. I took a good slug of Brandy and went out to say ‘Hi’.
It wasn’t long before my wife had to go indoors to get one of the kids a drink. I seized
the opportunity.
“Michelle,” I began.
“Yes,” she looked at me with her big, soft eyes.
“Alice tells me you want another baby.”
“Yes, more than anything.”
“Really, but how are you going to do that being all on your own?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hmm, a tricky one. So just how badly do you want a baby?”
“Really badly. I feel sort of incomplete without a second one, especially as all my
friends are on at least number two if not three.”
“I see, so what would you do to be able to have a second one?”
“Anything.” She’d said the word I wanted to hear.
EXTRACT 2:
“Okay. Cut to the point. You want me to be your sex slave, is that it?” Her eyes
were bright and her face smiling. Shit! She was making this too easy for me. My cock was
aching now and my plans were already in danger of going awry.
“Yes, basically. You learn to do everything that I ask of you and your reward will
be the baby. Of course, it may take one or two attempts or it may take a lot. Either way,
we’ll keep on trying just as long as you want to and just as long as you do what I want
you to do. I suggest we set up two mornings a week to start with. That way I can make it
fit into my usual routine and Ali won’t get suspicious.”
“Okay, today is a good day,” Michelle scratched her head as she thought about her
schedule, “and Friday would be the next best.”
“Okay. Now, I see you got my text. Stand up and show me what you are wearing under
the robe.”
Michelle stood up and almost demurely she opened the bathrobe. She was wearing a
white bra and a white thong.
“I see you have some learning to do. When I said be naked with just the bathrobe,
that is what I meant. Now, have you ever been into discipline, bondage, that sort of
stuff?”
“No,” Michelle’s breathing became a little harsher at the mention. “I’m not sure I’d
like to either. It all sounds a bit weird to me.”
“Quite the innocent woman really, aren’t you?” I said, knowing this was far from the
case.
“I guess so.”
“So what did you get up to with Richard?” I should explain Richard is the father of
her kid. Richard was married at the time but had this six month affair with Michelle, and
she used the time to make sure she ended up with a kid. When she announced she was having
a baby, that was the point Richard went back to his wife. Also, because I knew Richard and
that he was well into bondage games, I figured Michelle had been obliged to try them on
more than one occasion. Actually Michelle came across as demure, a natural submissive who
got a thrill from being tied up and used by men.
“Not a lot really. We were only together six months and I guess we never got too
adventurous.”
“That’s a shame. You realise if you want this baby you are going to have to get
adventurous real quick?”
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